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Angela Edmunds, aged seventeen, was heading out to a modeling shoot. She was sort of tired of them now and it took away from her surfing too much. And she did not want to do competitions and she didn’t feel like studying…

Ugh. It wasn’t that things were bad, they were just tiring. And dull. She shifted her carryall to the other shoulder, and began to walk towards her car…

She blinked from a white flash of light (sun must have been in my eyes), and suddenly, she was…somewhere else.

She was on a long stretch of highway, surrounded by desert and brush. “What the…fuck?” She turned around, this way and that, looking for her car, looking for anything moderately familiar.

It was hot, it was afternoon, and she was in the desert with only a liter of water in her bag.

“Oh, shit.”

First Milliways…now this? What the hell? What had she done to deserve…whatever this was?

“What the FUCK, universe?!” she shouted, pissed off beyond reason.

Well. Nothing to do for it but walk. So walk she does, grinding her teeth and refusing to drink her water until it was absolutely necessary. After a short while of walking, she comes to a sign.

“I-40 East,” she reads. She looks behind her. Los Angeles is…a million miles backward. She might have a better chance at finding help if she went forward.

“Shit, fuck, dammit, hell, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mutters under her breath. It’s quite possible she’s never cursed this much in her whole life.

Could be because she’s scared half to death. And she doesn’t have a gun.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

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"Oh, yeah, plenty of ways out." They all involve dying, however. "Want me to show you one?"

"O...kay?" She eyes the bunny, vaguely distrustful. Perhaps not distrustful enough.

His beady red eyes light up. "All right. All you have to do is lay down in the road. You should move on in about a week."

"Hmmm," Angela says thoughtfully. "I think I'll try walking for a while. Maybe get to Flagstaff. But thanks for the advice."

Angela may be a bit naive, but she's not stupid.

The Rabbit chuckles. "Death is a fine portal indeed."

"This is true, but I don't think I'm ready to give up yet," she says thoughtfully.

It really depends on when her water runs out--and how far she is from shelter when that happens.

He hops along after her, content to have some one to harass. "so, who are you?"

"Angela Edmunds." Even more of a nobody than I was before I came here.

Stop that, Angela.

"Originally from Los Angeles. Now whereever I am. What do they call you?"

Oh, dear lord. Did you just feed him that straight line? You did indeed. Just for that, he might lead you to Kansas. "They call me," And he puffs out his chest, taking a pause to show the importance. "Mister Bunny."

She cracks a smile. Just.

"Mister Bunny," she said. "Okay. I don't know a lot of rabbits that talk. How come you do?"

"Good programming." He itches his ear. "I'm an AI."

"Oh. Really? Impressive." She is impressed, too. "I take it you're not from around here either?"

"Nope, I'm a drop in. Maybe a drop back?" He ponders for a minute. "Nah, in. It's just another one of them weird multiversal places, like Here, or Milliways."

"M'kay, Milliways I've heard of, but not Here." She frowns. "Man, how many of those multiversal places are there?"

"Really? You been to the bar? Man, I had fun there. Picked up some nifty tech too." He hops a couple of feet quietly. "An infinite amount, probably."

"Yeah. Went in and out of there for a few years."

Fell in love, got my heart broken, was tormented by god-like beings...

"It could be a lot of fun," she agrees. "I wonder why the multiversal places pick me, I mean, I'm just ordinary."

Rabbit shrugs. "Every place needs some cannon fodder."

Angela sighs. "Great. That makes me feel so much better," she says sarcastically.

Lying down in the middle of the road is starting to sound good.

"Or is it canon fodder? I always get those two mixed up." The Rabbit shrugs it off. "So, you seem like a nice kid,a nd you got a pretty rack, so I'll be nice, just this once. The place you want is Kansas, a city called Smallville."

"Probably a little of both, depending on who you talk to."

Angela blinks at the bunny, smiling slightly. "Um...thanks." She looks off down the road. "Smallville, Kansas. Really?" She's got a vague notion that's a long way to walk.

'Smallville' rings some sort of bell. She can't think of it at the moment.

"Safest place in the world right now." He continues hopping. "But it's a bit of a walk for a human."

"Well, I'll get there eventually," she says. Despite being pissed off and slightly terrified, she's pretty confident that she'll get there.

"Y'know how to defend yerself?"

"Um...took karate and kung fu. I was about to take my brown belt test. Dad taught me to shoot but I don't have a firearm on me."

She shrugs. Her Mom and Dad were very into the self-defense thing. Angela sparred with her Dad.

She really misses them now.